And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks

He looked like a man of some intelligence and wealth. His eyes were bloodshot and he had been drinking quite a bit, but he had himself under good control.

Della is an experienced lesbian at twenty, with two or three soul-searing affairs behind her and four suicide attempts

Don’t what’s the matter me. You smoked marijuana last night.”

College stuff, about 1910 style. This happened whenever they were together. Alone, they were all right

Yeah, but where are your criteria to tell waste from creation? Anybody can say that what he’s doing is creation whereas what everybody else is doing is waste. The thing is so general, it don’t mean a thing.”

Phillip had some philosophical idea he had evidently been developing in the course of the evening and now I was going to hear about it.

Al is one of the best guys I know, and you couldn’t find better company. And Phillip is all right too. But when they get together something happens, and they form a combination which gets on everybody’s nerves

It was the loneliest beer I ever had.

There’s time for all kinds of things,’” I said, “‘time even for murder.’

Women, Phillip, are the root of all evil.